In a small white village
on a lovely sunny morning
I met a funny old lady.

She talked about her life
and we laughed a lot.
How beautiful Taormina was!

But everything ends.
“I have a malignant tumor.”
she said with a smile.

In a small white village
I met a friend of the Sun
and my heart is heavy,

so very heavy.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Blossoming Almonds in Taormina (Tivadar Kosztka Csontvary, 1902)

Castles in Spain look close to collapse,
and Damocles laughs behind my back:
in a dream an angel of darkness
has shown me his sword and my grave.

I’ve a lot to answer for,
but I’m not afraid anymore.
Spring, Light, Peace:
such little words can save.

Cancer. Dancer. Answer.
The Stars. The Wind. The Sea.
Not asking for anything.
This is my best prayer:

I surrender.

© Frédéric Georges Martin